Conor O’Neil was hit by an ice cream truck in his teenage prime – and he got sent immediately and straight to Hell. He wasn’t a particularly *bad* person, but he wasn’t a particularly good one either. He’s a few lies over the limit, he was mean to his sister, and he stood idly by and let another person kill himself by not intervening. All of that is, apparently, enough to be damned for all eternity.
Now, Hell is a very individually catered experience, as Conor finds out. He is assigned his own devil – Clarence – and is thrust into an environment designed specifically and uniquely to torment him. Surrounded by tomes of the philosophical greats, and little else, Conor is left to his own devices and nearly suffocates from the boredom that ensues. Then, he has a vision, a most lovely vision, and she gives him an idea. Obviously Hell gets all sorts of people, and among them there is someone whose personal Hell is Conor’s personal Heaven. All he has to do is break into Clarence’s office, hack into his computer, find that person, and then switch places with him. Easy.
Ok, not so easy. All sorts of things go wrong, and Conor and Clarence find themselves on the lam from the malebranche (a group of devils that mean to hunt them down and feed them to the Annihilator – a machine that literally eats souls). Their thrilling (and disgusting) journey to Gehenna is fraught with peril, but ultimately they attain it. And once they do, Conor is faced with something even more surprising.
This book was disgusting and horrible, philosophical and thoughtful, and even – occasionally – smart and funny. At first I hated it and put it down. Later, I picked it up and started reading again. When I reached the halfway point, I found that I wanted to know what was going to happen next. Teenage guys should *love* this – particularly the gruesome bits and gratuitous violence (assuming they’re *that* sort of guys).